Evelyn's POV

The morning light feels wrong against my skin—too bright, too cheerful for the storm raging inside me.

I walk through Rose Heart's gardens without seeing them, my feet carrying me along paths I've memorized over these past weeks. The roses are in full bloom, their perfume thick and cloying, but I smell nothing. Feel nothing.

Nothing except the hollow ache where my heart used to be.

'Where are we going?' Amy asks, her voice subdued. Even she feels the ...